Page 122 of Micah
His tongue on her face.
The terror in her eyes.
Something dark shifts inside me.
“I've never been so angry in my life.”
When I look at her again, there's no hiding anything anymore.
“Why did you protect me?” she asks softly. “Because I'm your friend?”
“No.”
The answer comes without hesitation.
“I wasn't protecting a friend.”
I swallow hard.
“I was protecting the woman I haven't been able to stop thinking about.”
“Micah...”
She says my name like it's something sacred.
Like a prayer whispered in church.
Her hands flatten against my chest.
I suck in a slow breath.
God.
She smells sweet.
Tempting.
Delicious.
She's standing there, wearing my shirt, touching me like she wants to be here, and I'm hanging on by a thread.
“I don't know what happens after tonight,” I confess. “I don't know if you'll decide this is all too much. And I don't know if you want me the way I want you.”
“I want you,” she answers immediately.
No hesitation.
No uncertainty.
Just...
Truth.
My pulse pounds.
Every muscle in my body locks.
Christ.
